6. Paul
6
Paul
T his was wrong. No one could accuse Paul of being ethical, but he had rules he abided by. Sleeping with the woman he was hired to kill was definitely a no-no.
Yet there he sat, fighting the urge to toss Harper onto the table right here in the middle of the bar. He didn’t care who saw. Apparently, she didn’t either. Though, to be fair, she hadn’t in the past either.
The way she suckled on his thumb had his dick at full attention, straining against his zipper. Who needed morals anyway? What good had they done him? He was a criminal by every definition of the word. He wasn’t supposed to follow rules.
Besides, they’d never applied with her. He’d made poor choices with Harper since the day he met her. His busted shoulder was a daily reminder of that, but it’d been worth it. He didn’t regret any of it, and he doubted he would if he took her up on this offer now.
Harper was a tattooed temptress. This woman challenged his judgment before, and damn her, she was doing it again. He had no restraint and no good sense around her. It was as though all blood flow stopped into his brain and redirected to his cock.
He slid his free hand around to the back of her neck and fisted the hair at the nape. Leaning into her, he pulled her off his digit and claimed her mouth. Fierce and possessive, he kissed Harper hard. The sweetness of the honey in her drink delighted his tongue as he tilted her head back for more. She may have robbed him of his broken moral compass, but he owned her mouth in that moment.
He craved her like a junkie who needed his next fix. It may have been years since he’d enjoyed Harper, but it hadn’t changed his longing for the feel of pussy on his dick. A low groan rumbled in his chest as he nibbled at her bottom lip. The last bit of any sense of decency left him.
Her hands rested on his thighs. The fire beneath her fingers practically scorched his trousers. Greedily, he continued their kiss, and she returned his passion.
Apparently, she missed him too.
Breathless, he broke contact, pulling her back but keeping his grip on her mane. “You have no idea how much you tempt me.”
“The feeling’s mutual,” she murmured with a hunger in her eyes that had his heart racing and his cock throbbing.
“We shouldn’t.” It had to be said. Someone needed to remind them what a bad idea this was. One of them had to possess a grain of sanity.
“That’s always been the case.”
Well, fuck me sideways. If that wasn’t the truth.
Resting his forehead against hers, Paul took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and bring back any semblance of rational thought. The power this delicious woman held over him should unnerve him. No one should so easily make him lose his focus. He’d sampled her over a decade ago, and here he was, just as addicted after one kiss.
“It’s never stopped us before,” she whispered in a sultry tone.
The last of his restraint evaporated. He needed Harper like he needed to breathe.
As he jerked her against his body, ready to fuck her in front of everyone at the bar, someone cleared their throat.
The server.
Clenching his jaw, he turned and glared. If she didn’t make it quick, he couldn’t promise not to put a bullet in her.
“Last call,” she offered weakly. “Did you want me to get you anything else?”
Licking his bottom lip, he turned back to Harper. His thirst had nothing to do with beverages, and his hunger had nothing to do with food.
“My hotel is a block away,” she offered softly.
Harper
Harper couldn’t see how much cash Paul tossed on their table, but it was definitely more than enough. There was at least a hundred-dollar bill there. They hadn’t consumed a hundred dollars’ worth of anything. But he didn’t seem to care, so why should she? With hurried steps, her hand in his, they rushed out of the bar.
Not that they ran back to her hotel, but they definitely didn’t waste too much time. Well, maybe a little. As though to make sure their desire for each other hadn’t waned, they stopped every so often so Paul could press her against a random wall and shake her to the core with kisses.
He groped her breasts, squeezing and leaving her on the verge of begging him to bang her right here, on the street, but no. Her mafioso had manners. He wouldn’t fuck her out in the open like that. When had that happened?
Perhaps he’d learned his lesson.
Barely breathing, they burst into her hotel room, unable to contain themselves. The door had just closed behind them when Paul slid her blazer down her arms and tugged her shirt up and over her head. With a flick of his fingers, her bra was undone, falling down her arms, leaving her breasts exposed.
The backs of her knees hit the bed. With hooded eyes darkened in feral need, he grinned and pushed her ever so softly. She dropped to a seated position on the bed, her hands, with a mind of their own, undoing his belt, button, and fly.
His trousers fell to the floor. The bulge in his tiny black briefs had her mouth watering. Harper glanced up as Paul ran his hand through her hair.
“No one will stop us,” he rumbled. “Take what you want.”
Resting his hand on the back of her head, he stared down, and her core quaked. He tugged his shirt over his head and revealed his smooth, toned pale body. Paul was fair, with blond hair, blue eyes, and skin that no doubt burned at the slightest hint of sun. Wisps of blond trailed from his belly button down to the thick erection begging for her attention.
Hooking her fingers into his waistband, she slid his briefs down past his thighs until they bunched around his ankles, joining his pants. His cock was thick, with a swollen mushroomed tip, glistening with his appreciation of her.
“I won’t be gentle.” His fingers tangled in the strands at the nape of her neck. “Once you begin, I won’t be able to.”
She’d never want him to be soft. It wasn’t how she remembered him being, and it wasn’t what she needed from him. She craved hard, fast, and dirty. Just like in the laundromat.
Parting her lips, she swiped her tongue along the rounded tip of his pulsing cock. The tang of his salty precum graced her tongue before she swallowed his full length deep in her throat.
His grip on her hair tightened, and her pussy dripped with need the moment he groaned his appreciation.
Working his hips, he pumped in and out of her throat, grunting while she rested her hands on his thighs. His free hand trailed down over her shoulder and cupped her breast. Gently at first, he massaged. Though with each squeeze, his fingers dug deeper into her flesh, making her moan.
With each thrust of his cock, his intensity grew. Finding her hard nipple, he pinched, causing her to whimper with a throat full of dick.
“Fuck.” He bit his lower lip for a second. “Look at me.”
With watery eyes, she obeyed. Her brain fogged with hedonism. She didn’t want any of this to stop. She craved the taste of his release, the feel of him on her, and hopefully, his cock stretching and filling her once more.
She needed this—him. All of him. Her body was wound so tight, the slightest breeze and she’d snap—explode like a volcano erupting.
“Goddamn.” He threw his head back, and the muscles in his legs tightened.
In a flash, he withdrew from her mouth with a pop, dropped to his knees, and yanked her pants down. Once over her feet, he tossed them behind himself without a care of where they landed. His eyes blazed with fervent desire.
Staring at him, swiping her tongue along her bottom lip, she savored the taste of him on her lips. With a feral growl, he wrenched her thighs apart. She barely had time to register it before he buried his face in her pussy.
Falling back, her back arched as he swiped his tongue, exploring her wet folds. Running her fingers through his hair, she ground against him with curling toes. He found her clit, and she couldn’t breathe. Eyes wide, staring at the ceiling, she jolted with each flick of his tongue against her sensitive bud.
“Paul,” she whined when she found her voice.
Her muscles tightened as she approached the precipice of her orgasm. With her breath ragged and her heart hammering, she squirmed on the bed under his attentions. Everything went white when he plunged two fingers into her sex.
Quaking, she gasped and tugged at his hair.
“Come,” he ordered.
She already had.
Thrashing and bucking against him, Harper clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut as her orgasm soared higher. He curled his fingers, rubbing against a sensitive patch of nerves deep inside her, and she was gone.
Blasting off past the moon, headed for Saturn, she called his name as her release tore through her. She barely had time to enjoy the waves of pleasure crashing through her before Paul’s weight pressed down upon her.
He rolled his hips and wham , the breath was knocked from her lungs. His full length filled her to the point of delicious, salacious pain. Lowering his head, he pressed his lips against hers as he slammed himself home again and again.
Her cries of passion were swallowed by their kiss, but her tears streamed down her cheeks. She thrashed beneath him, held in place by his bulk. There was nothing more exquisite than the feeling of Paul’s cock pistoning in and out of her while he pinned her to the bed. Harper hadn’t even caught her breath from the last orgasm before the new one tightened her body again.
Breaking the kiss with a thick rumble deep in his throat, Paul sent a fresh wave of vibrations over her body. He dipped his face against her shoulder as she floated through nirvana. Kissing and nipping at her neck, he murmured a series of incoherent cuss words.
“So goddamn sweet and tight.” That was all she could understand.
His words tingled against her skin. She quaked and dragged her nails down his arching back. He reared up, tugged at her legs, and rested the backs of her thighs against his torso. His gaze bore down at her like a man possessed.
“Take my cock,” he urged as he hammered into her.
Like she had a choice.
She squealed and gurgled, unable to formulate words.
Reaching down, he pressed his thumb against her clit. She bucked as the sensation nearly short-circuited her brain.
“You think I’m going to let you come again?” he teased. “You better ask me nicely.”
Ask? He had to be out of his mind. She couldn’t speak now.
“Harper, don’t you dare. Not without my permission.”
Squeezing her eyes shut, she bit down on her bottom lip and fisted the sheet. Unable to do anything else, she whimpered as her pussy pulsed with each thrust.
Paul varied the pressure against her clit and pushed her closer to insanity. “That’s what you like. I’ll stop if you don’t ask.”
He pulled his hand away and slowed his pace.
“No,” she whined. “Please don’t.”
He slammed into her so hard, her soul left her body. Good. She wasn’t using it anyway. If he hadn’t held on to her so tight, she’d be on the floor.
“I love that word. Say it again and I’ll let you come, sweet seductress.”
“Please,” she repeated and was rewarded with his finger teasing her nub again.
Paul dug his free fingers into her shins and gritted his teeth. “Look at me,” he demanded.
Harper’s eyes opened wide.
“Come,” he roared, and it only took two more thrusts and a pinch of her clit before she erupted again.